Mrs. Betty Joe Davenport Whitehead, 88, of Bradyville, Tennessee passed away on Thursday, January 23, 2025. She was born to the late Lawrence Elmer and Verna Lee Watson Davenport on Thursday, September 17, 1936 in Woodbury, TN. In addition to her parents, she was preceded in death by her grandparents, Samuel and Ida Richards Davenport and Joseph B. and Eliza J. Stone Watson; brothers, Kenneth Watson (Myla) Davenport, Thomas Jewell Davenport, Elmer Ray Davenport, and Billie David Davenport; sister, Mary Helen (Thomas) Holden; niece, Ginger Davenport; and nephew, Gary Davenport.
She is survived by her husband, Virgil Whitehead; children, Cheryl L. Whitehead (Mark) Faiola, Kenneth Michael Watson, and Steven Ray Whitehead; uncle, Wayne (Cherie) Watson; nieces, Debbie Milligan Joseph, Peggy Davenport Messmer, Theresa Davenport Batey, Connie Davenport, Karen Davenport, and Cheryl Davenport Witt; nephews, Bruce Davenport, Kenneth Davenport, and Ray Lawrence Davenport; grandchildren, Christopher E. (Michelle) Fowles, Laura N. Fowles, Michael Maxwell Watson, Samantha N. Watson, Westley K. Whitehead, Jessica L. Whitehead Helm, and Julia Abel; great-grandchildren, Nevaeh Fowles, Luna Bella Fowles, Adreena Fowles, Magnus Fowles, Theo Fowles, Evelyn Roberts, Raelyn Roberts, Walker Helm, Etha Abel, Jackson Abel, Izzie Abel, and Wyatt Abel; and sisters-in-law, Lois Davenport and Betty Davenport.
Running a farm, Mr. Lawrence was really hoping for another boy to add an extra set of hands. Instead, he quickly fell in love with his beautiful baby girl, Betty, but that didn’t keep him from getting “Joe” into her name. Betty opted to shorten it down to just “Jo” in later years, but it was a reminder of times past and what it meant to grow up during the trying times of the Great Depression.
Born and raised in Cannon County, Betty went on to live a true Cannon County childhood. The Davenport family’s farm was down on Doolittle Road, and many memories were made there. From stopping to wash her feet in the creek on her way to church to taking out someone’s fence when she was learning to drive, Doolittle was the setting for Betty’s formative years. That was until the place burned down and the Davenport Farm moved out on Red Hill Road.
Betty also went on to be involved in some of the great traditions of Cannon County during her early teen years. Playing basketball for Woodbury Central High School, Betty learned how to work with a team and that she loved to “throw those hoops.” That along with her farm girl work ethic translated into her work at the Shirt Factory. However, life in Cannon County was missing the adventure Betty hungered for, and she knew she had to get out of Woodbury.
Before turning 18, she met and married a Marine named Virgil Whitehead. Love was her ticket out, and Betty didn’t miss that train. She traveled all over the world with Virgil, going through Europe together before heading to Okinawa, Japan. When the kids started coming, Betty opted to stay on the state-side, but Virgil’s military service kept the family hopping. They started off in North Carolina and then made their way to Millington, Tennessee.
Woodbury came back in the mix for a few years, but Virgil and Betty were soon hot on the trail again. They lived in Georgia, went back to North Carolina, and finally, landed in California. Their travels are probably most memorable because of the family car – a Volkswagon Beetle. The boys had long legs and therefore first dibs on the middle seats, leaving Cheryl in the back, which was typically reserved for groceries.
Their little Beetle took them far and wide across the United States from the East Coast to the West, but it was on the West Coast that Betty found her love for the beach. When Virgil got sent back to Okinawa, she would take the kids camping on the beach. They would pull up between sand dunes with the camper and set up their nest. California provided several opportunities for Betty to learn and grow into her own.
Getting her GED, Betty took the leap of not only becoming a hairdresser but also opening her own salon. Nautilus Hair Styling was born and run in La Jolla, California. The name said it all. Betty styled hair just as beautiful as the seashell she named her salon after, and that helped her to maintain regular clientele from older generations. She formed relationships with those ladies, balancing out her role in the beauty parlor as hairdresser and counselor.
Even with a business, Betty didn’t let it tie her down all the time. The kids remember their summers spent on the Davenport farm on Red Hill Road. They knew when they could start getting excited because there were only about 3 houses on the road at the time. One of the first was Mr. Smithson’s with a big “S” on the front, and that was the sign they were almost there.
Cannon County remained a major part of Betty’s life, and as the years went on, she grew to appreciate it more and more. It only seemed fitting for her to move back to Cannon County, and she did so with the same excitement that she left with. Family reunions sparked her interest in geneology, and she had the family tree traced back through the Davenports, Watsons, and Stones.
Betty’s roots only grew stronger and deeper into the history of Cannon County, but more importantly, her time as a farm girl, a military wife, a mother, and a businesswoman grew her roots in faith. She attended at Smith Grove Church of Christ and Midway Church of Christ until her health began to decline, but through it all, she made sure her feet were firmly planted on the Rock and her hand nestled in the unchanging hand of her Creator.
Visitation will be held at Gentry-Smith Funeral Home on Sunday, January 26, 2025 from 4-8 pm. Funeral services will be Monday, January 27, 2025 at 10 am in the Gentry-Smith Funeral Home chapel. Bro. Al Bugg will officiate. Interment will be in Riverside Garden.
In lieu of flowers, memorial donations may be made to Smith Grove Church of Christ.
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